i wanna play airplane

Wherever you will go, I follow.

But I will follow you into the dark.

unhealthy obsessions, man

“Enjolras disdains me,” he muttered. “Enjolras said: ‘Joly is ill, Grantaire is drunk.’ It was to Bossuet that he sent Navet. If he had come for me, I would have followed him.

In revolutionary school, as vicious as Musain rule, I got my feelings bruised by the leader in red And I propped to the bar, as he told me “R, you’re good for nothing, fool” and I hear every word that he said.

There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras.

in dire need of fluff

He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct. 

After seeing this post, I got the idea to make one of these a reality! So I put together some of the motifs from the musical and changed the words to re-create the Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk scene (Enjolras and Grantaire’s death). I hope you enjoy!

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ENJOLRAS: I can’t hear the people sing All of my dreams have turned to ash Now all my dear friends have gone from me And my fate will come at last-

SOLDIERS: (soldier 1 sings lines 1 and 4, solder 2 sings line 2, solder 3 sings line 3)  I know this man!- He shot the artillery-guard. He is insane!- The cause of all of this blood. He is in charge!- So if we kill him, we’ll win. Get ready, men, you fire on my command.

ENJOLRAS: Yes, shoot me now, I do not care, I wait for death-

GRANTAIRE: Stop! (all freeze except for Enjolras and Grantaire) Hold your fire, I beg of you For I am one of them These brave, passionate men And I will gladly die with him - if he shall will it so Oh, the people will sing For our deaths here will bring A change that makes tomorrow come

ENJOLRAS: Oh God, Grantaire, you fool, have you no fear? They’re going to kill us - you should flee from here!

 GRANTAIRE: It will be fine, I’m unafraid. I’m with you - I am saved. So don’t you fret, m. Enjolras You won’t feel any pain The shots fall soft as rain They will not hurt us now (to the soldiers) I beg - finish us both with one! (to Enjolras again) And I will die with you (E: And I will die with you…) If you permit me to (E:(taking Grantaire’s hand)Yes, I permit you to…) And I’ll see you again- (E: Grantaire, I-)

(The report sounds. Blackout.)